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Stressed Out

Twenty One Pilots 
Intro: F Dm | Am }x2

F                          Dm
I wish I found some better sounds no one’s ever heard,
Am
I wish I had a better voice and sang some better words.
F                          Dm
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new,
Am
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang.
F                     Dm
I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
Am
But now I’m insecure, and I care what people think.

F                Dm              Am
My name’s ‘Blurryface’, and I care what you think.
F                Dm              Am
My name’s ‘Blurryface’, and I care what you think.

Chorus:
F               C/E           Am      E          Am
Wish we could turn back time to the good old days,
G          C                E
When our mamas sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out.
Am                G               C          E          Am
Oh, wish we could turn back time, oh, to the good old days,
G          C                E
When our mamas sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out,

Instrumental: F Dm | Am

Am
We’re stressed out.

Instrumental: F Dm | Am

Am                             G
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young.
Dm                          C
How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from?
Am                          G
I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it.
Dm                                 C
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I’d probably only sell one.
Am                               G
It’d be to my brother, ‘cause we have the same nose.
Dm                            C
Same clothes, homegrown, a stone’s throw from a creek we used to roam.
F                              Dm
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
Am
Out of student loans and treehouse homes, we all would take the ladder.

F                Dm              Am
Uh, my, my name’s ‘Blurryface’, and I care what you think.
F                Dm              Am
My name’s ‘Blurryface’, and I care what you think.

Chorus:
F               C/E           Am      E          Am
Wish we could turn back time to the good old days,
G          C                E
When our mamas sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out.
Am                G               C          E          Am
Oh, wish we could turn back time, oh, to the good old days,
G          C                E
When our mamas sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out.

Am                              G
We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
C                                 E
We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away.
Am                                   G
Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing out their face,
C                         E
Saying, “Wake up, you need to make money.” Yo!

Am                              G
We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
C                                 E
We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away.
Am                                   G
Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing out their face,
C                         E
Saying, “Wake up, you need to make money.” Yo!

Chorus:
F               C/E           Am      E          Am
Wish we could turn back time to the good old days,
G          C                E
When our mamas sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out.
Am                G               C          E          Am
Oh, wish we could turn back time, oh, to the good old days,
G          C                E
When our mamas sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out.

F                             Dm
We used to play pretend, used to play pretend money,
Am
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money.
F                             Dm
We used to play pretend, used to play pretend money,
Am
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money.

F                               Dm
We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
Am
We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away.
F                                    Dm
Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing out their face,
Am
Saying, “Wake up, you need to make money.” Yo!
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